“Your problem is what?” a man addressed me in a thick Spanish accent.
“I need to pee.”
“Then pee. Nothing is stopping you.”
“But if you could remove the belt, please.” I clung to the cell bars pleading.
“No time. Go ahead and pee.”
I had my answer, and heard the guard stroll off. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back any longer and a gush of warm piss filled the space inside the chastity belt and leaked out all around it, until urine was dripping down my legs and onto the floor. I had to walk through the puddle of piss to return to my cot. Lying huddled on the blanket, I cried for some time until I finally fell asleep.
At infrequent intervals, I was taken from the cell and flogged, while being told to run. I jogged half-heartedly, knowing that any second I might run into a wall or post. S
